A/N: (MxM) **Full on, no holds barred LEMON**

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Chapter 7: page 3: Can You Rape The Willing?...

6 hours until morning…

Ichigo sucked more of this man's cock into his mouth. He pulled at and removed Kisuke's underwear. He then firmly closed a hand around the base of Urahara's member, squeezing and stroking it, while his tongue and mouth played havoc on the older male. Ichigo was going on instinct right now, seeing as he never did something like this before. He was a perfectly normal teenage boy having read and watched pornography before. He did have a good idea of what he should do. But imagining and preforming were two different things. His stomach was twisting into knots, with the anxiety of not knowing whether he was doing this right. Then he heard Kisuke sucking in quick breaths, and groaning.

Even after sitting upright on the futon, Kisuke couldn't catch his breath. The mouth on him felt so good, and the boy's tongue was making him see stars. "Ahh… haa… haa… please," he pleaded with the teenager. He was doing his best not to thrust his hips forward. Kisuke worried Ichigo would stop this sweet torture, if he did. So instead, he passed hand over hand through the boy's short tresses. When Ichigo took even more of him into his mouth, Kisuke couldn't contain his whimper, "Hah, Ichigo!"

The sound of his name passing the eccentric man's lips encouraged Ichigo more. He drew the cock in his mouth harder, and then allowed it to slip from his lips. With his hands, Ichigo gripped it and encircled Kisuke slowly, twisting his top hand when he reached the sensitive tip. Ichigo felt the pervert shudder with every caress. Ichigo stood up from his kneeling position, still keeping a hand on the man's erection fondling him. With his now free hand, he clutched Kisuke from behind his neck, and brought their lips together.

Kisuke had never seen Ichigo so audacious before. He liked it! What he didn't like, was the boy was still clothed. As they rolled their tongues together, he reached up and pulled at the boy's shirt. Ichigo straighten and quickly discarded the offending materials. He pitched his shirt, to the ground around him.

Before Ichigo could reach for his belt, Kisuke's hands were there. Ichigo stared down at the man, with such intent, Kisuke thought he might erupt. He rubbed his hand over the boy's pant covered erection, and watched as Ichigo flipped his head up, sighing. Kisuke wasted no more time, as he unfastened and slid Ichigo's pants down with his underwear. His fingers sensed the power that resonated in those athletic limbs, as they made their way back up the redhead's thighs. Gliding his hands up, the former captain held Ichigo at his waist. Jerking slightly, Kisuke pulled the boy forward, and with the tip of his tongue, the Geta-Boshi flicked Ichigo's length.

Ichigo didn't know if he could handle the agony, this man was putting him through now. He had to seize the back of his own head, and clench his teeth when Kisuke continued his progress. He was learning a whole new lesson from his former teacher. This new battle he was fighting was control. With his cock now being sucked into the blonde man's mouth, Ichigo found his heart pounding, and his knees shaking. He wanted more, but Ichigo wasn't sure what that "more" he wanted was. Ichigo released the hair on his head from his tight grasp, and positioned them at his sides.

Kisuke circled his tongue around this powerful male's increasing member. He wrapped a hand around Ichigo's base, lapping, and swallowing, as the other found its way to the boy's rear entrance. With a light caress, the soft pad of Kisuke's finger massaged the tight nook. He could feel the space tense, as Ichigo's cock stiffened in his mouth.

"Haa, ahh," Ichigo voiced his pleasure, as he threaded his fingers into the blonde hair, gripping and scraping his fingers along the scalp. They advanced to the back of the shopkeeper's cranium, holding him there. Overwhelmed with hedonistic desire, Ichigo plunged his hips forward. He bent his head, and opened his eyes to observe Kisuke doing exactly what he'd fantasized about.

Kisuke's hunger intensified as he bore the assault of the young man's thrusts. He released his hold on the base of Ichigo's cock, and held onto the boy's waist. He had to relax his throat as Ichigo increased his penetrating lunges. The sounds coming from the redhead indicated to him that Ichigo's release would be soon. He slipped his hands around again to embrace the boy's rear.

"Yes, ahh, again…" Ichigo moaned. He knew now what he wanted from the formidable Shinigami. Kisuke complied, and slinked a finger into the taut opening. The finger inside him stroked the sides of that tight space, and Ichigo couldn't hold back his gratification. Ichigo withdrew his hands from the pervert's hair and tried to remove himself from the warm wet mouth, but Kisuke wouldn't allow him. "Ahh, Urahara… I'm… haa… I'm…," he stammered.

Taking a hand to grip him once more, Kisuke briefly lifted his mouth from Ichigo's cock. "I know," was his only response, then his mouth recommenced in drawing out the boy's bliss.

"Haa," Ichigo felt chills spark across his length and reach into his toes. He laid a hand on the former captain's shoulder, while the other ran quickly through his red hair, before positioning it to the back of the blonde's head. "Ahh, shit!" Taking the scientist's words as a blessing, Ichigo came undone in the succulent mouth of the Geta-Boshi.

Kisuke consumed all that Ichigo gave him, lapping and licking at his cock. He relished the feel of the boy shuddering and convulsing into his mouth. When Ichigo clutched at the back of his head, and blasted the back of his throat with his hot candy flavored zest, Kisuke thought he would spill onto the floor. With Ichigo still coming down from his ecstasy, Kisuke stood and grabbed him at the neck, and kissed him deeply.

Ichigo could not open his eyes yet, he was still feeling the pleasure brought by Kisuke's mouth. Then the man was kissing him, and he couldn't catch his breath with Kisuke's tongue sliding against his teeth. The hand at his neck pulled him forward, and he didn't feel himself being turned toward the futon, until the back of his legs grazed it. Disconnecting with the Shinigami's lips, Ichigo was tumbling backward onto the mattress, while the body above him came following down. Ichigo laid back and instinctively bent a knee, to guide the Geta-Boshi into a stable position. He reached up and encircled his arms around Kisuke's neck, drawing him back down onto his lips.

Bracing himself on his arms above Ichigo, Kisuke allowed the boy to lure him into another kiss. He bent his arms at his elbows to get closer to Ichigo's skin, curling one arm under the redhead's back. Kisuke slid his other hand down the side of his youthful bed partner, resting at Ichigo's hip. He then pulled his lips from Ichigo, "Enough," he said to the utter surprise of the boy beneath him. Kisuke disentangled from Ichigo and turned onto his back beside him. Thrusting a hand into his blonde hair, he readied to toss the boy out, before it really was too late. But Ichigo had other ideas.

"Oh, I don't think so," he told the older man. Then spun onto his knees and locked his arms at Kisuke's shoulders. It was then that Ichigo noticed that in this position Kisuke could not move. So Ichigo took advantage of this situation, and threw his leg over Kisuke's hip, coming to settle on the thighs of the former captain. "Are you seriously, going to deny the both of us, what we want?" Ichigo reprimanded his former teacher. "I'm not a kid like everyone else my age is. So don't treat me like one." As Ichigo spoke to him, he couldn't help but stroke the very evident longing, Kisuke displayed. "Don't fight me anymore," he requested of the blonde.

In truth, Kisuke couldn't refuse this boy anymore. So when Ichigo bent forward to nip him at his neck, he let him. When Ichigo rocked his hips, spurring an even greater reaction from his cock, he didn't stop him. In fact, Kisuke gripped the boy at his hips to encourage Ichigo's actions. And with that slender neck so close to his lips; Kisuke couldn't stop himself from taking a small bite of it. "Ahh, Kami," he breathed. At the lustful whine, Ichigo felt triumphant.

Ichigo locked his lips to his teacher once more, before rising above the erotic man, and sinking himself onto Kisuke's length. Ichigo didn't expect the sudden sharp pain. So he was appreciative when Kisuke's hands came around lifting his ass, to guide their bodies together carefully. Ichigo gasped, and covered his mouth at the high pitched hum that tried to escape his throat. He felt the man's chest vibrate beneath him, as he chuckled at the attempt. The blonde Shinigami wouldn't be laughing for much longer.

The feel of this boy's tightness surrounding him had Kisuke enthralled. Kisuke had been grinning when he heard Ichigo inhale; his former pupil had no idea what he just got himself into. But Kisuke changed his mind rather quickly, when the boy's hips began to move. He rolled them slowly as if adjusting himself to the feel of having a cock there. Then Ichigo intensified the action with a slight rise and fall of his thighs. "Ahh," Kisuke found he was the one that couldn't control his voice this time. Then a mischievous look came over the boy's features when he picked his head up from Kisuke's shoulder, and he repeated his actions.

When Ichigo heard the pleasing sigh come from the Geta-Boshi, he was elated. After what the man had done to him, Ichigo wanted to bring that same feeling out of Kisuke. He rolled his hips again and hoisted his torso to support himself on his arms, bracing against Kisuke's chest. Rocking back and forth, Ichigo felt immense satisfaction bombard his nerves. Sprouting from inside the deepest depths of himself, and spreading out to his limbs, Ichigo experienced shockwaves of pleasure. He didn't even try to stop the "woman" sounds that seeped from him. That is when he recognized the hands on his hips, encouraging him to hasten his pace.

Kisuke discovered Ichigo to be better than he could have ever imagined, in his rowdiest fantasies. The substitute Shinigami was primal, in his lust. The sounds coming from the boy, was like a song he sung just for Kisuke. To bring out more of that melody, Kisuke shifted and thrust himself upwards. The scientist was compelled to hold Ichigo at the hips and quicken the velocity, at which the boy rode his member. He could see from Ichigo's own increasing erection, and the flush to his cheeks, that the boy was close to giving a repeat performance. Grabbing Ichigo's erection, he stroked to bring him to completion.

Ichigo could feel the building pressure again, and he was trying to avoid it, but he didn't think he could stop the orgasm's approach. He could feel his face going red, with his own embarrassment, at not being able to control himself. But when Kisuke removed his hands from his posterior, to brace one along his thigh, while the other took hold of his hard length, Ichigo didn't care anymore what he looked like. He tossed himself back, straightening his spine, and holding his weight against Kisuke's thighs, as he rocked harder against the Geta-Boshi's hand and cock. "Oh, God, please, squeeze me harder," the redhead wailed.

Watching Ichigo thrown back so erotically, Kisuke felt that familiar tremble, jolt through his cock. His passions were surging, and he wanted nothing more than to watch this boy shudder, quake and cry at his machinations. With Kisuke squeezing and filling him, Ichigo reached his peak. "Hah, hah, hah …. Ahh ff-ff-fuuuuuhhckk," Ichigo's climax was more violent than before, he observed. He had tightened his muscles around Kisuke's cock, as he soaked the man's chest and his entire body shook shamelessly.

Before giving the boy any time to think, Kisuke removed himself from Ichigo's rear. He stood and letting the legs at his waist fall the floor, Kisuke turned Ichigo and propelled him over the futon. The substitute Shinigami's hands landed hard against the mattress, as Kisuke stood behind him. Coaxing Ichigo to bring his knees to the mattress as well, the perverted shopkeeper, pushed on the boy's lower back, and entered him again. Grasping Ichigo's hips, Kisuke slid into him; in this position all of Kisuke's manhood, could sink in deeply. While imbedding himself entirely into the boy, Kisuke bowed over Ichigo's back, and plunged again and again. Ichigo cried in excitement at the pervert's thrusts, and raised one arm above him, pulling the Geta-Boshi by the neck, closer to himself. Kisuke was there, ready to come, when the boy screamed.

"Ahh, ahh… ohh, hah… hah, fuck, YES!" Ichigo came again, with Kisuke's forcefulness. Turning his head slightly, Ichigo's lips were so close to Kisuke's; he could smell the blonde's hot cinnamon breath. "Ahh, Ohh, Kisuke," Ichigo exhaled on a shuddered moan.

As Ichigo's opening began to clamp down on him, Kisuke clutched onto the boy's shoulders. With his final long hard thrusts, Kisuke heard his name from the carnal boy. Never has he heard his name called with such euphoria and ecstasy, "Ahh, shit… hah," he howled and let his own release go.

Both men crumpled to the mattress, completely spent. Kisuke barely had enough energy to remove himself and roll to the side of Ichigo. When he could think again, Ichigo turned over towards his former teacher. The man had his eyes closed, and was breathing heavily. He stared down at Kisuke, and one of the scientist's eyes popped open briefly. Raising an arm, Kisuke drew the boy into the crook of his arm. "Sleep, now," was all he said and dozed off. Ichigo felt the weight of everything that just occurred, and couldn't keep his eyes open now if he wanted to. His eyes heavy, Ichigo rested his head to Kisuke's chest, and slumbered.


"I was absolutely willing, Ichigo," Kisuke leaned in across the kotatsu. "But you would have known that had you bothered to stay, and find out." He put down his tea, and laid his hand out for Ichigo to take his invitation.

Ichigo looked down at the palm facing up at him across the table. He gently positioned the cup down, and allowed his hand to amble gradually to the outstretched hand of Kisuke. When it was clasped in his hand, Ichigo asked, "Do you really have any idea how long I've wanted to be with you, Urahara-san?" He did not raise his eyes from their fingers locked together.

"I think we're way passed the use formalities, eh? Ichigo?" he joked with the boy. "And to answer your question… no matter how long you have wanted, I've wanted you longer."

"Huh?" Ichigo questioned. He finally decided to raise his head, and once he looked into those grey eyes, he became lost again.

Kisuke pulled at the boy, bringing him closer to him, and lifted his other hand to Ichigo's cheek. He pulled his former pupil near, and grazed his lips over the younger man. Kisuke traced his tongue over Ichigo's lower lip, and then nipped at it. Ichigo sucked in a breath, and his reward was the invasion of his teacher's tongue. They both stood and crashed into the other's embrace. Kisuke slid his hands low, until they rested at Ichigo's posterior. Hooking his arms under the boy's thighs, he lifted Ichigo against his recent desire. Detaching his lips from his lover for a brief moment, he said, "We can talk about that any other time, right now, you have a new training session to attend to." The pervert laughed again at the boy's blush, then carried him back to the mattress, and began unraveling the knot of Ichigo's yukata.


A/N:
OMG, I finally got through it all. I am terribly sorry for such a long wait. But first, I had to get this story out of the way. It was this one, that's had Ichigo casting Getsuga Tenshō all over my brain, stopping me from completing any other story. Then I wanted to get the other stories in place and ordered correctly, but my internet went out for another week, so I couldn't upload. THEN, before I got my internet back, my life partner IsshinSSDD was hospitalized, so… I wasn't thinking about fanfic, for a while. I was thinking, hmmmm… whiskey? Sounds like a plan -_- Wild guess as to what whiskey, Kisuke drinks … :P (hint: his breath smells like hot cinnamon, hahaha!) So Read and Review Please, I really want feedback on this one guys.